Starting a book is a commitment.
It’s a commitment to telling a story.
And it’s like getting married.
You work at it, you cry over it, and you scream at it. You fight with it, you love it, and you want to kill it.
You don’t give up, unless the alternative is a billion times worse.
If you do quit, if you do decide that it’s not worth it any more, you may feel guilty.
But you also feel incredibly relieved. Which possibly makes you feel even more guilty.
Whether you quit or not, your self-worth takes a hit, because you must have done so many/everything wrong otherwise it would have been much easier…right?
*Inspired by Nadia’s recent marriage to Evil Hero Material, henceforth known as her better half. *g*